Kill with a Borrowed Knife

The control room, which had been packed with people moments ago, was now left in complete disarray. Bloody footprints of various sizes gradually turned black as time passed.

"Come here, Tanith. Teach me some Kree Language while we have the time." Su Ming sat down at the long table beneath the throne and fiddled with the terminal's panel.

Tanith looked at him and walked over reluctantly. "You drove everyone insane, and you still feel like learning a language?"

"If someone teaches me, I'll learn much faster." As though nothing had happened, Su Ming kicked a chair toward her.

"This isn't about whether you'll learn quickly or not." Though Tanith sat down, she kept looking at the child in her arms, her face full of hesitation.

Su Ming tapped the table, and his helmet retracted from his face. "You're thinking about how your husband didn't say a single word to you before rushing off to catch people for me, right?"

"I'm fine. It's just that he didn't even hold the child." Tanith let out a slow sigh.

"That's reality. By human standards, he's a qualified politician. You aren't." Su Ming crossed his arms and looked at Hela, who seemed to be asleep on the other side of the room. "And I don't think this is the time for you to deal with relationship problems."

Hela was neither alive nor dead. She had no need to sleep at all; she simply could not be bothered to open her eyes.

Thinking about it, that made sense. The Underworld was dark everywhere, with nothing but the faint glow of green lightning and nothing fun to do. After all these years, what else could she do besides pretend to sleep?

"Fine. How should I teach you?" Tanith silently nodded, resigned herself to it, and changed